48,TEXT_SUBWIL117_00626_ESMOUR_000_1,You have troubled yourself to come all this way. I wonder if I might not trouble you a bit further.
49,TEXT_SUBWIL117_00626_ESMOUR_000_2,"As you well know, we keep a lichyard here. The scent of death's decay draws blowfly swarms, which are as unclean as they are unwelcome."
50,TEXT_SUBWIL117_00626_ESMOUR_000_3,"Slay five of these pestilent swarms, and the church will be in your debt."
51,TEXT_SUBWIL117_00626_ESMOUR_000_10,"Thank you, friend. If the swarms were to spread their pestilence at the church unchecked, before long we would need to mourn the mourning."
52,TEXT_SUBWIL117_00626_ESMOUR_000_11,"For the time being, at least, the grieving can pray in peace for their dead to cross over safely. Thal bless you."